Breathing Together
by Lunamaria
Summary: The adventures of our heroes in the Western Air Temple, impending doom all but forgotten.
1. Zuko

**breathing together**  
- Chapter one, Zuko.

Zuko and Toph: Your prince to my commander,

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_"At the end of the day, a loving family should find everything forgivable."_

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"You burned my feet, remember." He cannot help but let the odd sensation gnaw at him, as he wonders why she finds it a necessity to remind him of this day in and day out. He usually, on the many occasions the young Earth bender has slyly reminded him of this fact, replies with an indifferent, "I know. I was there," before performing whatever task she has commanded him with. Toph waves her newly healed feet his way as incentive, just in case he has any funny ideas about not complying with her. Through the corner of his eye, the one with a mark permanently burned into the left crevice of his face, he frowns. Toph Bei Fong grins with a satisfied expression, perfectly delighted that with little trouble she coerced the Fire Nation prince into performing a mundane and demeaning task.

Zuko grimaces a bit at the sight. Clods of dried dirt, grass, and other accents of the earth hug her feet, caked on to create a protective layer, as the girl calls it, for her makeshift eyes. Toph points down, sensing uneasiness through his vibrations, beckoning him to his duties as official slave. No one else had dared try and blackmail the prince, a felony in the Fire Nation, who was a seasonally trained warrior – then again, so was she. Zuko got the sense that Toph was accustomed to having servants as he was. He could tell by the way she so un-humbly demands that he "get between my toes, Sparky!"

His expression drops as the foul smell embraces his senses, and it is all he can do to hold down a gasp for air and possibly his breakfast.

"Disgusting," He murmurs out, only to be dealt a blow against his right cheek by Master Bei Fong's toes.

"Can it," She lifts her toes higher, resting her head back in ease, "and keep scrubbing."

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Zuko and Suki: Hey Zuko,

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_"A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them."_

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One day, when his guard was unusually lowered, due to his prolonged training of the Avatar, he let it slip effortlessly: "I don't have a mother." In an instant, Suki lowered her gaze and muttered a swift apology. Her first try at conversation with the fire bender, since the prison at Boiling Rock, had failed miserably, and only left her with regret for the attempt. As she bit her lower lip softly, watching his back gradually move towards the group of friends huddled around the fire, she offered unsurely:

"Me neither." It did not help, she considered, because he never turned around or acknowledged her confession. She knew he heard, though. After watching the prince return to the bonfire, Suki hauled the pale of water back to the congregation, settling next to Sokka. Sokka, after shoving a piece of meat down his throat, offered a concerned look to Suki. After shaking her head with and a jab into his ribs, and indication that she was fine, the Kyoshi warrior returned to eating her meal. Sokka shrugged and ravished another morsel. For the remainder of the time, Suki would often steal a glance at Zuko's scar and wonder how he felt about not having a mother.

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"Uh," She hesitated, with her hand resting heavily in the air.

"Hmm?" He looked up from floor indifferently.

"Could you help me with the water again?" She regained her posture and pushed a second pale towards his figure. And, with silence, he agreed.

Zuko eyed her carefully. He had not known the warrior long enough to trust her as greatly as the others seemed to, and it was not his personality to be overly trusting – especially after learning he had a hand in burning her village. Should the Kyoshi girl harbor any ill feelings after his ambush on her village, he made sure to remain a few feet behind her walking pace – just in case. When her pace livened, though, she swiftly turned the corner. He lost sight of her momentarily.

After he quickened his own stride, Zuko turned the corner, only to be pushed to the side. Immediately alarmed, a struggle ensued between the two warriors. Zuko, who was ready to pull her much smaller figure over him, and with a much stronger chance at victory, stopped as he heard:

"Stop it, Zuko." He realized that the girl was cradling his head loosely. Frozen in place, Zuko let Suki slide down the wall and place his head in her lap. After another uncomfortable struggle that followed, Zuko calmed into her grasp.

"I bet this is what it feels like to have a mother."

Suki grinned after seeing his eyes expand. Twisting her clumsy fingers through his dark hair, Suki glanced at the skyline, watching the sun dip into the vista. "My mother used to hold me like this, you know." She commented, running her hand along his head. Eventually, the prince sunk into her and grasped her figure.

Barely audible, the prince whispered, "No, I didn't."

Suki jumped in her skin as the fire bender embraced her torso tighter. But, like Zuko, she eventually relaxed.

"That's okay." Suki said. "If you don't know how it was with your mother."

Silence between the two persisted until the sun sunk behind the scabby mountains, and then Zuko broke it.

"My mother held me like this." He said.

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Zuko, Sokka, Katara, and Hakoda: Being a family,

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_"The family you come from isn't as important as the family you're going to have."_

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It was just a little disgusting, he admitted to himself, as he watched the "guy with a boomerang" peel his toenails in delight. Flicking them in all directions, Sokka jeered with excitement. The other members of band had been conditioned with this routine, and thus left as soon as Sokka howled about his 'bad boys'. Only a few figures huddled around the fire – the brave, the uneducated, and the like-minded. Katara, who was in the process of repairing her father's shoes, glanced at her brother in repulsion, turning in her spot as to not witness any further. At either side of Sokka sat Aang's earth bending instructor, Toph, and the Kyoshi warrior, Suki. Toph occasionally raised her toes to join Sokka's festivities, which reminded the prince of his labors as personal foot hygienist. Suki tried to smile, but was secretly hiding her urge to leave – which she, although having a great desire to, never did, even after Sokka proclaimed, "Big daddy's coming off!"

Next to the prince sat Hakoda, who was finishing up his dinner. After noticing the very visual disgust pained in Zuko's expression, Hakoda chuckled inwardly. Setting his stew aside, the tribal leader called on his daughter. "Katara, you should leave, his big toes are horrible." After another stitch, she denied the offer.

"I'm used to it by now."

Hakoda grinned, extending the offer to the other girls. Sokka shot his father a look.

But, as Katara, the others turned his suggestion down. The others, who had left after Sokka's first toenail went flying, eventually returned by the fire. Hakoda suggested to the wanderers to be wary of Sokka's toes, but, like the others before them, they all voted in favor of being surrounded with company.

To Zuko, he never made the offer. "This is what being a family is about, son," He thumped the preoccupied prince in the mid of his back. "And you're now a part of it."

With a cough, Zuko mentioned, "I'm used to it by now."

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© Disclaimer: I own nothing from Avatarverse,  
or any of the pretty quotes used. All characters, places, and  
quotes remain the intellectual and creative property of whoever  
they belong to, which, if you did not catch, is not me.

Wow; it's finished! O.K, so this is my first non-chaptered, non-deleted contribution to the Avatarverse. As I've discussed with Suki (not the Suki from Avatarverse, but my dear wifey ... well, one of them), it is very hard for us, who are used to writing for Kingdom Hearts, which is much more open to a fanfiction writer's development, to write in the Avatarverse -- the creators of Avatar really did wonderful jobs at characterization for their amazing characters. So, basically, it was a pain in the butt for me to properly write Zuko, because he is a very detailed character, and we, as viewers, are new to his non-anger powered personality. So, hopefully, this is not the most horrible piece of writing you have ever read. The Suki and Zuko drabble was the hardest to write, because I feel stupid for how I wrote about Zuko; is it horrible?

And, before I forget, this entire collection is for my wifey's Suki and Ana, who I also call Mio. They are amazing. And amazing writers, so check them out sometimes ... _Fester Bestertester_, tally ho!

Next Chapter: Hakoda.

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¤ _composed by __lunamaria_.


	2. Hakoda

**breathing together**  
CH 02. Chief Hakoda

Hakoda, his flower, and Toph: Ordinary Solace,

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_"Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity."_

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**H**e often wondered, toyed with the idea, if she was with him – in spirit, because her body could no longer be. He questioned where she was, and whether was happy. Those were the things he learned to keep to himself, though: insecurity, loneliness, and apprehensions, securely fastened away where his children could never find them. There was no need for three people to think of those things – one person was enough. However, when they lay asleep in a pile of snoring bodies, he was free to express himself to the rising sun, and found comfort in that fact. Snow was giving way to malachite weeds, which towered high and stemmed upwards from the thawing Earth. He released a sigh, slumped his shoulders, and spoke:

"My flower, how are you today?" He spoke softly to his wife. There was not a reply, but Hakoda did not seem to mind in the least, continuing.

"The children are becoming so strong, dear, because they know what's at stake now." His voice betrayed subtle doubt and worry, uncertain whether or not children, avatar or not, could handle the daunting task ahead – overthrowing Fire Lord Ozai. With a second release of breath, the chief glanced to his side, where a small figure knelt, cradling a dandelion. With an inward chuckle, Hakoda smoothed his beard. The girl said nothing, paying no mind to the contemplating leader. For a moment, he thought she did not even notice his presence with her blind eyes.

"I wonder if some of them are strong enough, love." Hakoda yawned briskly, turning in his place to witness Toph breathe the dandelion fibers away. "I wonder if they are ready or not." Sokka and Aang had raved for weeks about the strength of the girl before him, despite born handicaps and a fragile appearance. He had briefly seen her training the avatar, and, since that moment, he shared their confidence in her.

With an incomprehensible speed, the young bender called the Earth to her will, and was pushed to her feet. After bidding the last fibers goodbye, Toph disregarded Hakoda, leaving his side.

"I wonder who you really think isn't strong enough," Toph said, and that was all she had to say.

With a grin, the chieftain smiled intensely. Tearing a new flower from it's place, he withdrew the fragrance and spoke,

"Maybe I'm the one not strong enough, my dear wife."

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Hakoda and Katara: Midnight Preservation,

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_"Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind."_

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Midnight was an hour he had always been well acquainted with; Hakoda was always keenly awake, stirring while others slept. It had been habit since his youth, when fighting in the war between nations became a constant occupation, one that called for caution and awareness. He had still never learned to sleep properly, and thus he and midnight were fast companions in no time at all. Generally, their friendship was a duo, until recently. His only daughter, Katara, he noticed, became the second of the midnight hour, tip-toeing about the temple of the Air Nomads.

And, for the third time in the past week, father confronted daughter in a hushed whisper.

"Katara?" He questioned from behind her. Startled by the intrusion of the temple's usual midnight silence, the water bender jumped, and, by habit, twisted her body into water bending forms. Katara turned to glimpse her father, stunned. After Hakoda rested his hand on her shoulder, motioning it was only he, she settled and muttered a swift apology, gasped out of her lulling dream. Again, Hakoda frowned, worried. After moments of silence, standing in the dimmly lit paths, Hakoda placed his strong arm over Katara's shoulders, and began a slow pace, trailing her tired body along.

"What's troubling you, Katara?" The leader spoke in a deep voice, supporting his daughter with a strong arm.

He briefly glanced to catch her expression, recognizing a look he was familiar with himself, especially at this particular hour: fear. With a tremble in her voice, Katara squeaked her next words with effort. "It's ... nothing, dad. It's ... nothing" The bender stopped in her steps, grasping her own arms, struggling to lie, and shivering in the post winter air. She shuddered, remembering her dream. Katara dreamed about the old woman again – the one who changed her, the one who made her think things that she did not want to think. The one who taught her the unforgiving evils of blood bending.

With an unsatisfied breath, Hakoda nodded and held his daughter again. Father held daughter as she sunk low to the ground, crying hard, but refusing to say.

She would tell him in her own time, he mused, crying with daughter.

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Hakoda, Appa, and Momo: It comes with age,

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_"You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old."_

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_H_e just could not keep up with them – in haste, labor, _and_ especially in conversation! When one minute his son spoke of "Hawky", which would be a story for another time and place, the other moment the prince of Pai Sho and Oolong Tea, and his daughter of her disgust of Papaya, he felt as though he had been deprived a great deal. And, indeed he had. With a grunt, the chief realized he was getting old, and he did not like it. He grunted lowly again, only capturing the attention of Toph, who was sensetive to every noise of her surroundings. He was not a grandfather age, nor an ancient age, but father-of-two-almost-grown-children age, which, still, did not sit amazingly well with Hakoda. Not well in the least

As his mind boggled with the mention of Sokka's cross dressing days, which sent the Kiyoshi girl into fits of laughter, Hakoda took it upon himself to be excused – no one noticed. He would hear the origins of his son in a skirt some other time, which begged some explanation to the father. When he left the thought of Sokka's dress behind him, Hakoda gazed towards the tips of the outgrown earth, aweing the sun at half set, half awake and half asleep. He, like the sun, was half awake and half asleep, tired – it came with age, he supposed, a thought that he soon retracted. Getting old did not sit well with him. Not well at all.

After pacing a good ways from the group, out towards an eroded balcony, Hakoda came upon a large being with it's legs sprawled numerously. Adjusting his sight to the new lighting, he confirmed the creature to be the avatar's sky bison, Appa, with a lemur rested on his read. With a chuckle, in likewise company, the chieftain rested against the massive body of Appa, only warranting a hushed yawn from the mass.

"We're getting older, friend," Hakoda yawned to Appa, receiving a subtle roar in return from the bison. Momo emitted a high-pitched nonsensical sound, in return, which cost Hakoda a smile. As if to say, _but not old_, Appa added a short groan. Within seconds, Momo concurred the none-statement with a wild squeal that echoed into Hakoda's ears. Hakoda nodded, and rested more easily against Appa's fur.

"I guess so, friends." He stretched out. "Our kind of wisdom must come with age."

From Hakoda's conclusion, Appa growled, and Momo glided past Hakoda's eyes in unrest.

The chief corrected himself. "I mean, with _experience_."

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© Disclaimer: I own nothing from Avatarverse,  
or any of the pretty quotes used. All characters, places, and  
quotes remain the intellectual and creative property of whoever  
they belong to, which, if you did not catch, is not me.

Dear, FF.NAZI, I love you, yet hate you for your formatting stupidity. _The End_. Oh, also, Hakoda is one of my favorite Avatarverse characters - so, you should like him, too. Write more about him, got it? There is not enough about this epic water tribe chief. The content in these chapters are still for the amazing wives Suki and Ana, who are amazing. Amazing. and EPIC. _Tally ho!_

Next Chapter: Teo.

¤ _composed by __lunamaria_.


	3. Toph

**breathing together**  
CH 03. Toph

Toph, Sokka, and Aang: Invincible,

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"There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go."

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**S**he was mildly repulsed, even though she could not see.

Pushing a loose hair to the side, the young bender only sat and gaped, never moving to aid Sokka, who ran wildly about the alcove. Toph analyzed his vibrations with care–he ran, tension in his movements, while slurring incoherent orders to himself, "get more water," "faster, Sokka, faster!" His figure grew more pathetic with each trudge of his tired feet. She crossed her tiny arms across her chest, frankly annoyed with the turn of events the quiet night had taken. A midnight moon beamed eerie lights through the doorway, aiding Sokka's three lamplights. Toph finally spoke up, her vexation glaring:

"Calm down, she's not dying."

Sokka paused in his hurried pace, evidently unhappy with her tone, and stuck his tongue at her.

"It doesn't hurt to be safe." He retorted, dragging the bucket near his knees, spilling water haplessly from all sides.

Toph groaned, frustrated by the boys' persistence.

"Then why don't you ask _her_?" Toph pointed towards a makeshift cot in the right corner of the room, where a body wrapped in countless blankets, supported by at least ten pillows, and surrounded by soupy foods, rested. Sokka paused to observe the fruits of his three-hour labor–in merely three hours, he had managed to cause a rise in her temperature and nearly suffocate the Kiyoshi Warrior.

"Uh," was the dull reply of the Water Tribe peasant.

"_Sokka_…" A small voice emerged from the mess of linens.

Sokka, livened after Toph's criticism, dropped the bucket and ran towards the reply. "Suki, you're awake!" He gushed, disregarding the water that poured over the ground. For the moment, his only concern was the girl before him, sickly and pale, an ailment caught by the seasonal rains. Toph glanced their way, coughing a suggestion:

"_Comfortable_?" She asked.

A rather long silence ensued, whilst Suki crinkled her face apologetically. "It's, well … uh, warm …" Suki's voice was scratchy and tired, and her cheeks flushed of all colors but a pale ivory.

For another moment, silence captivated the three.

"_I'm a failure as a boyfriend_!" Sokka screeched, alarming both parties.

With a lopsided grin, Toph belched proudly. "Amen."

* * *

As the hours passed, Toph felt the temperature in the Kiyoshi Warrior slowly drop–a sign that Sokka's crackpot healing methods were actually working. The earth bender groggily wiped her eyes, feeling the effects of missing a steady night's sleep; however, there was still time to slumber a bit longer. She trapped a yawn in her throat, dropper her shoulders, and hunched in response to her fatigue.

"Coming, _witch doctor_?" Toph grinned. Sokka glared at her from across the room, where a dozing Suki released soft breaths–Toph could barely feel the vibrations.

"In a bit," Sokka's voice was calm and kind, as he held Suki's hand firmly in hers. "Don't wait up for me."

Toph turned, afraid he might catch her fallen expression. "Oh," it was betrayed in her voice. "Okay."

Before she left the room, the girl who could not see could feel him lift the blanket higher over Suki's torso, tuck it in her sides softly, and kiss her gingerly on her nose.

"I won't." Toph's voice was only audible to her own ears, and, for that, she thanked GOD fervently.

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She was one of a kind, the earth bender–best kind, strong kind, she liked to say.

Her normally quiet steps were loud, though, and lazy. Her lack of sleep was best told through her heavy movements and sluggish reactions. By the time she reached Appa, and the culminated allies fighting for an end to the war, her loud steps awakened Aang, who rested over Appa's fur. Toph paused, and she could tell Aang was watching her curiously.

"_Toph_?" The avatar yawned, grasping a fist full of bison hair.

"Go back to bed, Twinkle Toes." Now, Aang was not spectacularly intellegent (therein, not in the least) or amazingly altruistic to begin with, but he could hear something in her voice, something sad. The boy blinked out his sleep, deciding it best not to pry.

"Here," Aang offered, patting the place next to him, "Appa won't mind."

Without further questions, Toph fell back into Appa's hair, and next to her student. Aang grinned, stifling a yawn.

"Thanks." Toph turned over.

Toph was invincible and strong, very, very strong–most times.

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© Disclaimer: I own nothing from Avatarverse,  
or any of the pretty quotes used. All characters, places, and  
quotes remain the intellectual and creative property of whoever  
they belong to, which, if you did not catch, is not me.

I know I promised Teo next, but I ended up combining the requests of mio and suki together for this oneshot, and I just _hate_ it, so I did not have the courage to publish it alone. For Toph, I am only doing the one, instead of three, because this sums up everything I wanted to do, anyhow. Basically, this is scum, and my portrayls of all characters are horrible creations that Zeus should smite! Thunda'bolts! In any case, this is the Tokka/onesided Tokka + Aang/Toph friendship I combined between my two wifeys. Mio, I promise you your own fanfiction soon! btw, happy ZUTARA week: ahem, she loves _Zuko and not you-ko!_

Next Chapter: Teo.

¤ _composed by __lunamaria_.


	4. Teo

**breathing together**  
CH 04. Teo

Teo, Haru, and Aang: On loving a water bender,

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_"I love her and that's the beginning of everything."_

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**T**hey all sat staring, watching–sometimes they did it for hours on end, gaping as she cooked, sat, bended, and did all the other things she did–anything they _could_ watch her do. In truth, Teo felt sorry for the whole pathetic display; 'pathetic' was the nicest way to word it. What was worse is that the two never realized how sad it looked, gushing to each other about each fidget she made, glorifying her every move–she was puzzled by the congratulations they chattered: "Great job on Sokka's shirt," they told her the past week. Neither seemed to worry about the competition between one another, though, and were good sportsman from the start. However, sometimes Teo really thought they doubted the other could ever win her over. Teo wondered who would, if either, in fact be triumphant, fortunate victor of the bender's hand. Teo saw a third competitor emerging, also, but kept it to himself mostly (Hakoda seemed to agree with him, though)–Katara would notice soon enough, even if she already had not.

And when their days of fawning and adoration grew old, they begged Teo: "Why doesn't she notice?"

Teo was very young indeed, but also very wise–the wisest of the children warriors; everyone knew and respected his knowledge. Although he had never experienced love himself, he had often wondered what it would like, but could never quite grasp it. So, when the Avatar, master of the elements, and Haru came to him, Teo was not quite sure how to advise them. Teo scratched his chin thoughtfully, calculating: "Have you tried getting her attention?"

He almost regretted asking the question. Haru and Aang had done everything under the sun to impress, entice, and beckon the water bender–all plans failed. As strong and keen as Katara was, Teo mused, she could stand to be more sensitive to love and affection. Aang had even shared, much to Haru's horror, that he had kissed her, only for it to be forgotten.

Both Haru and Aang glowered at the handicapped boy, not amused by his response.

"Well, what do you like about her?" Teo asked.

Teo eyed them, grinning. Both benders flushed, toying with the idea.

Aang was the first to say, "I like her eyes."

Haru followed shortly. "I like her smile."

Teo softened, "Well, why don't–"

"I like her smile, too." Aang interrupted.

Both Haru and Aang sighed, glancing at one another. "So, you like everything about her, then?" Teo chuckled.

"Of course," Aang offered, crossing his legs together. "Don't you?"

Teo paused, and half nodded. "I guess. Is there anything you don't like about her?"

Haru did not even have to think. "Of course not."

"Except for when she nags," Aang said unsurely, afraid it was taboo for the bender at his side.

Haru did in fact gape at Aang as though he had uttered a forbidden curse, done a horrid deed. Before long though, Teo, their makeshift counselor, noticed, Haru appeared to be mulling something over.

"And when she cooks." Haru added.

Teo nodded fervently in agreement–Water Tribe food deserved to stay in the Water Tribe.

"And when she tells us what to do." Aang stroked his chin, feeling a smooth surface beneath his fingertips.

"And when–"

"That's probably enough things you don't like," Teo grinned, wheeling a little closer to his two companions.

Haru and Aang both nodded.

To finish, Aang gleamed, "I like her hair loopies."

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And, thus the routine began again: watching, adoring, complimenting, and then repeat. It looked worse than before; Haru and Aang now illustrated their likes and dislikes by way of commentary, as though Katara was a captivating game of Pai Sho. However, it did earn them a bit more attention from the bender: more nagging, in fact. Teo, although unusually sagacious for his early years, was unsure what his counseling had actually achieved–whatever it was, the two were content enough with it to only call on Teo's scholarly mind every other day. Their little meetings had become: HLA, Hair Loopies Anonymous, Aang liked to say.

Now, Teo only wondered what thing (and it was no longer who would 'win').

Teo was curious as to when the third player would seek him out.

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© Disclaimer: I own nothing from Avatarverse,  
or any of the pretty quotes used. All characters, places, and  
quotes remain the intellectual and creative property of whoever  
they belong to, which, if you did not catch, is not me.

I fail, _again_. One story again. I was going to do two, a Teo + Zuko friendship, where Teo teaches Zuko a lesson on humility, but I had so much trouble writing Teo's character that I decided one summed up everything about Teo I had in me to express. Since I like writing Haru though, and I have his all planned out, and The Duke, too, you can expect three for everyone else after this. _I promise!_ Sorry for the stupidity of this all, and the suckiness of this chapter. The content of this collection is still all dedicated to Suki & Mio, my avatard wives (aren'twethough?). And, for Suki and Mio, I added a _hint_, just a hint, of Zutara. Poor Haru and Aang; you dun have a chance! SHAVEYOURMUSTACHEHARU!

Next Chapter: The Duke.

¤ _composed by __lunamaria_.


	5. Author's Note

**breathing together**  
Author's Note

Courtney and You: On a family's purpose,

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_"Other things may change us, but we start and end with family."_

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**B**ecause of the group leaving the Western Air Temple in previous episodes (thanks a lot, Azula), I have decided to discontinue the drabble collection "Breathing Together". Yes, I could still write them all, but I had planned to end the series with the gang leaving the air temple, ready for Ozai. Unfortunately, an evil Fire Nation Princess changed those plans, and so the finale to "Breathing Together" is kind of obsolete. For these reasons, the last chapter will be Teo. However, I may still write Haru's chapter as a separate oneshot, because I want to kill his mustache.

So, I hope that you understand that this project was about family.

Thanks to all of you who reviewed, and a special thanks to wifeys Suki and Ana. SUMIONEYYESPLS?

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© Disclaimer: I own nothing from Avatarverse,  
or any of the pretty quotes used. All characters, places, and  
quotes remain the intellectual and creative property of whoever  
they belong to, which, if you did not catch, is not me.

¤ _composed by __lunamaria_.


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